Fake daughters are wealthy

Qiao Nian looked at the non-stop incoming calls on the phone, lowered his eyelids, and ruthlessly hung up on him.

Qin Si's character is not the kind of person who is easy to give up. He didn't get through once, but immediately called again.

Qiao Nian cut it off again mercilessly.

After pressing it.

Qin Si's WeChat message was sent over.

Qiao Nian bent her legs, stood in a straight posture, and read his news with her eyelashes drooping lazily. Before she finished reading, she heard Chen Zhu's dry voice.

She raised her eyelids, and the black pupil saw the face of a woman who was playing with the USB flash drive projected on the projector operated by Liao Xu.

Raise eyebrows, very dry.

Doesn't seem surprising, but doesn't care either.

She glanced at it and then lowered her head again, her gaze fell on the phone screen, her white fingertips pressing on the keyboard.

Qin Si's reply to the news kept flying fast, and sure enough, the news came in the next second.

A series of question marks seemed to say, hang up on me if your signal is not bad.

Qiao Nian narrowed her eyes and turned back to him.

Christmas?

Qiao Nian was inexplicably cueed to these three words, and was distracted for a moment, remembering that someone had asked her out in advance and said that he would treat her to dinner that day.

When she came back to her senses, she flatly rejected Qin Si's invitation.

She had just finished replying to Qin Si's message when Ye Lan sent another message, just like Qin Si, it was about asking her out for dinner.

She responded casually to Qin Si's news, but she was more polite to Ye Lan's news, she declined Ye Lan's invitation.

Ye Lan didn't say anything, just kept her busy, regretting that she would meet again next time.

Besides Ye Lan, Shen Qingqing also sent her a message. Qiao Nian clicked on it and thought it was something about the class or a problem.

It turned out to be related to Qiao Chen.

Shen Qingqing said that during the more than half a month she had been on leave, Qiao Chen lived happily, as if she was accepted as an apprentice by an internationally renowned piano master, and she was in the limelight all of a sudden.

Qiao Nian was not interested in these, so he put away the phone after glancing at it, and said to the man who was still dealing with the insider case, "You take your time, I'll give Master Cheng acupuncture."

Ye Wangchuan caught a glimpse of her leaving, and stopped her in a gentle voice: "Wait a minute."

Qiao Nian was quite impatient to participate in this kind of thing, but stopped, frowned, and watched him walk back to his seat in the conference room.

Get a bag from there.

Ye Wangchuan took out a red scarf from his bag, walked in front of her, lowered his head slightly, and wrapped the scarf around the girl's body quite naturally, tightly wrapping the girl's porcelain-white face, before he took a step back, With a smile in his eyes, he said, "It's cold outside, don't catch a cold."

Several pairs of eyes fell on her, but Qiao Nian didn't say anything, she pulled the scarf around her neck with her slender hands, pursed her lips, and said in a cool voice, "Let's go."

"Go, I'll go find you later." Ye Fanchuan glanced at her and smiled, but his expression was too provocative.

Wait for Qiao Nian to leave.

He turned around lazily, squinting his eyes slightly, exuding a dignified aura all over his body, no different from a nobleman. A touch of red.

"Go ahead and call Zhou Wei over."

A faint sentence, engulfed in a thousand weights.